Summary: The Blake's run the largest underground gang in the city of A.R.K. When they mistakenly kidnap Clarke Griffin, daughter of mayor and billionaire Abby Griffin, Bellamy is chosen to look after her. Their strangers who form a bond quickly together, one that may be their only hope of survival. Bellamy is unwilling to give up Clarke and she is unwilling to leave him behind. My attempt at a Bellarke gangster au fanfic.

Warnings: violence, abuse, drug use, harsh language, and rape scenes

Rating: 14+

Disclaimer: I own nothing all characters belong to The 100 TV show and Kass Morgan

Chapter 1

Murphy wanted a girl. Murphy always wants a damn girl, but he never just goes out to get one himself no he sends me out to do his dirty work for him.

Dax grumbled to himself. He was having a really shitty night. On top of waiting for hours in some dark van it had started raining. Now he was going to have to hoist some unlucky girl into the back of his van and get soaked in the process. Bloody fantastic.

He was waiting in an ally across from a rather run down looking bar. Normally he'd just grab a prostitute from the streets or some sad stoner girl from an ally, but Murphy had specifically asked for a more innocent girl this time. Figures he chose now to be over the crack headed ones.

Dax was about to call it quits for the night when the bars front door swung wide open revealing a rather attractive blonde headed girl. She swayed slightly on the spot standing just inside the doorframe to avoid getting wet. Dax could already tell she was the perfect farm girl type. She had long tan legs and honey sun kissed hair although it was dark out he was willing to bet she also had naive blue eyes. Yep she'd do just fine.

Dax got out of the car and walked slowly across the street. The girl had her back to him trying to undo her umbrella. He waited until she was walking up the silent street before he went after her. The most important rule about these sorts of things is to never be seen. Rule number two is to leave no evidence behind; but he'd get to that part later.

He stalked up behind her carful to make no noise. The blond wasn't paying him any attention as she drunkenly hummed along to tune under her breath. They had just passed the corner of an ally when his arm swung around her mouth to cover it with a cloth. Dax pulled her back against a brick wall lining the ally way. She barley had time to register what had happened when the chemicals on the cloth kicked into effect and she was out instantly. He than rushed her back to his van before a soul could be seen.

In his mad rush to secure the blond he forgot rule number two. As they pulled away, Dax didn't even notice a small opened red umbrella sitting upturned in the middle of a barren sidewalk filling up with rainwater.


Clarke's night had started off well. She was going to surprise her boyfriend at his apartment with an impromptu dinner. She'd just finished putting the final touches on her meal when she heard the iconic jingle of the lock being unlatched. She turned towards the door excitedly wiping he hands lightly along the side of her dress; she did a quick side eye check of her appearance in a nearby window as the door burst open.

What she expected was her boyfriend of two years home from a long tiring day of work. What she got was much different. Finn came through the door with his back to her and a tall dark skinned girl sucking on his lips. The pair was wrapped in each other's arms completely oblivious to her presence.

They were only alerted to her being there when her hand, in shock, slammed down on the tabletop while accidently sending a haphazardly placed pan crashing to the ground. The couple broke apart both eyeing her wildly.

Finn had opened his mouth to speak or rather explain himself when Clarke cut him off with her icy glare.

"I made you dinner you asshole" She pointed to her hot meal steaming on his kitchen table while she quickly rushed out of his apartment.

"Clarke wait! I can explain everything. Raven is just a-" Clarke cut him off quickly

"You better not be about to say what I think you were going to say. Friends don't kiss each other like that Finn. You can take that pot-" she pointed back towards the one still on the floor in the kitchen, "and shove it up your ass for all I care."

She was just turning the corner when she heard him yell after her,

"Clarke I still love you!"

"Go fuck yourself" She answered him, along with her middle finger. It was easier to let anger fuel her than to deal with the pain.

She had stumbled out of his apartment building on shaky legs and wondered down nameless streets until she had come across the very bar she was sitting at now. That whole ordeal had happened some five hours earlier, now she was enjoying another countless beer while trying to numb her mind. If she got drunk enough maybe she could pretend the whole thing had never happened for a few hours.

By one in the morning the bartenders were gently prodding her out the door and into the rain. Clarke swayed slightly on the spot as she tried to get her bearings. Unbuttoning her umbrella was a surprisingly difficult task after drinking so much beer. Clarke couldn't even remember the last time she'd been this out of it.

Having finally opened her umbrella and heading up the street to find a taxi all the while trying not to think about Finn when a hand shot around her. A cloth was held up to her mouth, Clarke was momentarily confused until the scent of chemicals drafted up into her nose. Everything went fuzzy after that.

Clarke remembers flashes. Short one-second bursts of clarity. The roof of a van. Was she in a car? The road became bumpy she hit her head on something metal. It stings, everything is spinning and someone is screaming. Maybe it's me.

The next time she wakes the van has stopped but she can't see anything. Is there a bag over my head? Why is it so cold?

Rough hands grab her upper shoulders and pull her onto her feet. She feels gravel poking the soft flesh of her foot. Where are my shoes?

The hands push her forward, she lets out a quiet squeak of surprise and stumbles onto the ground.

"Be quiet!" The voice is gruff and tense, but he says his command in a hushed whisper. Does he not want us to be heard?"

Clarke attempts to scream but it comes out as more of a muffled whimper through the gag around her mouth and the bag covering her head. Please, please, please let someone hear me!


Bellamy was late, god his mother would kill him. He had gotten her newest client with his…alluring charisma so that might lessen her anger. His black Sudan pulled up beside the seemingly abandoned old military base. He got out and waved the driver on with a swipe of his hand, than he was alone in the dark. It was than that he noticed the dark van partially covered by a dense tree. Who the hell left one of the vans out here? Were they trying to give away this entire operation?

Bellamy made a mental note to tell his mother when he got inside. He had almost made it to the rusted old door when he heard it, a muffled scream echoing into the otherwise silent night. What the hell was that?

He than heard a struggle, maybe someone being pushed onto the gravel? He rounded the corner to see what was happening when he found Dax standing over a girl with a bag over her head. Dax gave the girl another kick in the side while she let muffled cry of pain. Bellamy sprang into action. God damn it Murphy, we'd warned him about bringing back girls.

Bellamy tackled Dax to the ground a few meters to the left of the bagged girl. Dax let out a grunt of surprise but he was soon silenced when Bellamy smashed his head against the gravel a few times. That'll keep him quiet until he can talk to his mother about this.

Bellamy had almost completely forgotten about the girl until he heard a grunt to his left as she tried to push herself into a sitting position. He helped her onto her feet and pulled the bag off of her head.

She had wide panicked eyes darting between him and Dax lying motionless on the ground. Bellamy's first thought was that she was beautiful. She had these huge blue eyes; they almost glowed in the moonlight. Her blonde hair was ruffled and tangled from the recent events, but he could tell it would still be soft and silky to the touch. Her bottom lip was puffy and bleeding, had the bastard punched her? Bellamy felt a flash of anger at the man behind him. He should have killed him, the world would be better off with out a man like Dax anyway. Bellamy slid his thumb across the girl's lower lip trying to rub away some of the blood. She flinched at his touch; Bellamy tried to mask his hurt. Why would she ever trust him? She doesn't even know you moron.

The door behind him opened and Miller ran out. He must have heard the scuffle and come to check things out.

"What the hell happened?" Miller gestured between Bellamy and the fallen body of Dax.

"Just pick him up, I'll explain everything once were all inside." Bellamy moved passed Miller the girl tucked carefully under his arm. Somehow during his exchange with Miller the girl had decided she felt safest with him and didn't object to him wrapping his arm around her.

"Who's that?" Miller pointed to the girl while he slung Dax's arm around his neck, and dragging him through the rusted door behind Bellamy.

"I told you I'd explain everything later. Where is my mother?"

Miller gave a grunt as he heaved Dax further down the dimly lit hall, "She's in her office like always."

Bellamy gave a nod of his head, "Good were bringing him there, call that scumbag Murphy down there as well." Miller didn't miss the tone Bellamy used when he mentioned Murphy's name. Bellamy felt the girl shiver in his arms.

"Stay close to me" He whispered into her hair while Miller called up the elevator. The girls small nod was his only clue he had that she'd heard him at all.


The military base didn't look like much to Clarke on the surface at least. The hallway she'd entered with Bellamy looked like a long rounded out tunnel. Maybe it had once been a storage unit of some kind? Than Clarke saw the elevator at the end. Where the hell where they?

As the elevator descended the concrete on all sides of the glass windows ended and Clarke was able to see out. The entire place looked like an underground army bunker that you would find in a spy movie. The elevator ran straight down the middle of it all the way to the bottom as far as she could tell from her place tucked under this strangers arm. That thought made her cheeks pink slightly. She didn't even know this person, he was a total stranger to her and yet she couldn't deny the safety she felt in his arms.

Floors came and went as they plunged further down. Clarke could see different men and women milling about on the various floors behind railings. Some carried weapons others blankets and various supplies. What the hell was this place?

Finally the elevator stopped on floor 55. The door pushed open with a light ding and Clarke paced yet another long hallway. This time at the end of it sat a vacant desk and a door just to the left behind it. Bellamy led them up to the door and gave it a sturdy nock.

"Come in" A women's voice sounded from the other side of the door. Was this the boys mother she'd heard him mention? Clarkes gut gave a sudden pull as the door was opened, she really didn't want to know what they would find inside.

The office was rather large with a sturdy wooden desk at the far end facing the door. The room already had other people standing in it. They reminded Clarke of soldiers, the men all stood at attention with their hands behind their back. This whole place made Clarke feel very uncomfortable. She pushed herself closer to the boy, clutching onto his leather jacket. He was the only sense of security she had at the moment.

"What is the meaning of this Bellamy?" The comment was directed towards the boy holding her. Bellamy so that's his name. Clarke tested the name in her head and decided she liked it, somehow suited him.

Clarke hadn't even noticed the women when she first entered the room, but now she would find it hard to forget her. The woman was middle aged but that didn't take away anything from her beauty, she had long black hair pulled back into a bun at the base of her head. She wore a stern expression, but Clarke could see laugh lines around her mouth, she had once been very happy. Her brown eyes were staring expectantly at Bellamy; they showed no love in them for him. Is this his mother?

Clarkes question was answered with Bellamy's next words, "Mother I found this girl by the front gate she'd been bound and gagged by Dax" He turned his head to motion over to the man slung over Millers shoulders, Clarke's captor.

Bellamy continued as all eyes in the room pointed back at them, "I believe he was sent out on orders from Murphy to capture this girl"

"What proof do you have of that allegation?" It was not Bellamy's mother who spoke, but of a boy walking out from one of corners in the room. He stood just to the left of Bellamy and Clarke, he wore a dark haunting expression in his eyes. The way his eyes slid over Clarke made her skin crawl, her fingers tightened on Bellamy's jacket she didn't want to be near this boy.

"The proof that you've done this before Murphy" Bellamy's voice filled with venom when he spoke.

So this is Murphy? Clarke let out another shudder.

"There was never any proof to those previous acts either. Basically you're backing your allegations on a hunch" Murphy spoke with an arrogant little smirk on his face.

"I'm not playing games here Murphy, I know you sent Dax out in that van. It's the same sort of spineless move you would pull." Murphy's smirk only grew.

"I've never seen that girl before in my life. Go on ask her, we've never met" All eyes in the room turned to Clarke, she felt like backing up into a corner and hiding until no one could see her.

"I have never seen Murphy before, but I was attacked by that man" Clarkes pointed back at Dax, her finger only shaking slightly.

"There see nothing to do with me" Murphy spoke his comment towards Bellamy's mother who had been watching the whole exchange with only minor interest. She stepped forwards towards Clarke.

"What is your name child?" She tilted her head to the side beckoning Clarke to speak, as her lips formed a small smile that Clarke thought was suppose to come off as caring but really looked like more of a grimace. Before Clarke could answer her a man came bursting into the office.

"What is it Lincoln?" Bellamy's mother's hands tightened into fists at her sides.

"You may want to switch on that TV, Aurora." The man gestured to the TV hanging on the wall to Clarkes left. Bellamy's mother, Aurora, clicked the TV onto a news station.

The newscasters were covering a kidnapping story. Suddenly Clarkes photo popped up onto the screen. The newscaster continued to speak;

"It has been confirmed that Clarke Griffin, daughter of billionaires Abby and Jake Griffin, was kidnapped sometime after midnight from this bar behind me. All that could be found on the scene was a red umbrella and an eyewitness account saying the man saw a black van pull out of an ally just up the street. The van has yet to be found, as police continue to investigate the crime scene in hopes that more evidence may be found linking to clues about where Clarke could have been taken. Anyone who has information on the missing 21 year old is urged to contact the police."

Aurora clicks off the screen and the room goes quiet. Clarke didn't like to think about her parents, after her father had died she had cut ties with her mother. Clarke wanted to be an artist but her mother didn't think she would make any money at it so she'd pushed Clarke to become a doctor like her. Clarke had put her foot down and moved to ARK City to pursue her passion to become an artist. She hadn't seen or spoken to her mother in months.

"We should let her go" It was Bellamy's voice that broke the silent spell in the room.

"We can't, she already knows too much" Aurora's voice sounded like ice in Clarkes ears. They were going to trap her here forever.

"Please I won't-"

Bellamy's mother cut her off before he could finish, "If we just let her go there will be too many question that could expose us. It would be too big of a lie to cover up. No she will have to stay here"

"We could just kill her and dump her body somewhere" Murphy spoke from somewhere over Clarkes shoulder. Bellamy's arm tensed around her, he didn't like that idea any more than she did.

"No we can't kill her, she's too valuable" Aurora turned and looked from Bellamy to Clarke. A tiny devilish smile wove its way onto her face.

"The girl will stay with Bellamy in his apartment, while she is with us she will be under his protection. Miller, Lincoln I want you stationed in front of Bellamy's door when he isn't there to make sure she doesn't escape."

Miller and Lincoln gave small nods with there heads, while Bellamy looked down at Clarke with a small smile on his face. He would keep her safe.

"Good it's all sorted than" Aurora gave the room a lightless smile before showing them out.

Just like that the decision was made and there was nothing Clarke could do about it.


A/N: Hey guys I know it's been awhile since I posted a new story, but recently I've become obsessed with the 100 and specifically Bellarke. The fandom has a serious lack of gangster fanfic's so I thought I'd write one. This is my first attempt at a Bellarke fanfic so characters may be a little OOC. Let me know what you guys think, leave a comment or a review if you think I should continue the story thanks!